you know you’ll have plenty more blassssting days ahead! woot!
The gang from Edinburgh came couple of weeks ago and like usual, the Spicy One gave 2 of them, none other than Elaine and Kumar G a quick tour to a few must-go-shops and streets and lanes.
One of them… Argyle Arcade, which is also known as the Diamond City, that makes all ladies go ga-ga looking through the glasses and drool over the stones.
* * * and let the pictures roll!!! * * *
Not forgetting that Buchanan ’shopping spree’ street…
and like every other hosts/hostesses to end their guest-friends visit is to bring them to a restaurant to see saucy waiting staffs and this had definitely no effect on Elaine. However, our dear Kumar drooled too much he couldn’t contain himself anymore that he made sure he has a visual artefact to remember the hot staff (or did he meant stUff?). He couldn’t take any or swallow the hot chocolate brownie i treated.
Kumar - “Oy! Make sure that friggin’ hot chic’s in da pic! must be clear one ok! YAY!”
Ho ho ho! And what d’ya know?! The Dun-da-deeans and SpiCyMing came and stay over at Glasgow and had a few hillariously-tormenting moments with everyone like the old times. And all the way from their places, no one should go back without having a snap at my faculty building of Strathclyde University. And so we had it…
Since cmingo has alot of fans out there who are so eager to check him out, I would like to share with the rest of the world about one of his habits… He could sleep
anywhere… (This was taken straight away after he came out to the lounge from bed in my room)
anyhow… (this shot’s taken at a bar restaurant with Lena noticing him and tried to shake him off vigorously)
and at
anytime…
The meet-up with David and Shirley Kwee and having 6 of us walking around Glasgow streets probably made the
angmohlangs whisper among themselves, “pssst… hey! Don’t you think that bunch of Malaysians are pretty sizzling gorgeous?” The photographer of this pic must have wished she was standing in the middle. We forgotten to offer, unfortunately.
Oh, and how can we forget “That typical IMU thing to do”, that is standing in a circle posing and minding our nonsense in the middle of the walkway at the any building. Here, we were doing exactly that, entertained by Cmingo’s wittiness and having a good laugh. You can see by the looks on everyone’s face laughing to the direction of cmingo. I had to struggle to take a decently clear picture at that time. They departed back to Dundee shortly after.
SCHWEEEETness! More to view
here!
ho ho ho! and the
fire alarm rang again on Sunday. Really, it’s not my peeps’ fault! The detector’s over-sensitive! Dammit! I think i should try taping the detector because this very fourth time, the detector was triggered merely by the fog due to condensation of hot water from the shower with the cold air on the walkway… what’dya kno…? tough life for the firefighters ere, ay?
APA KHABAR DUNIA?!
A chat with a pal yesterday evening after a tutorial presentation got me thinking about *point upward again* (yeap) the offended and the offensive lots. Therefore, she also inspired me to write up something to post about(what a bum I am! dangaroonie!). Just before that chat, i read about Kenny’s misfortunate encounter or as so mentioned by most of his commentators and i could lightly draw a conclusion that there are more people out there tend to be the former lot. Only a minimal number of people would be as bold as horrid or as aggresive to be the offensive bunch, no?
Most unfortunately, the offended lots usually blench away and not speak up to the offensive ones about their unsatisfactory or their irritation or what-not… hmm… or not even at least “try” to tell the offender about the offensive remarks s/he has thrown upon. To make matters look more pathetic, most of these dumbtards happen to be the complainees who keep whining, never share their opinions when they’re unhappy and by the end of the fuckin’ day, they would just follow suit and keep their complaints for gossips in the busses, cafes or mamak, which, i think they must have thought their statements somehow would have propagate to the person who’d insulted them inside out. In short, if there’s any better advice to the tofu-hearted-dolls, it will simply be, “get a life.”
No, that piece of tip is not a mock of some blonde head mugging some geek-freak.
An incident to recall: Cherry* was known to be a gossip-monger back in her schooldays and she’s got rather perturbed annoyingly when she was being merely stared at and right after that she heard her name and some giggles after. Need I say more? Clearly, she was offended and she got uneasy about that, ay? Woot! And I think she’s got the taste of her own elixir, hasn’t she? So if you (yes, you, my most humble avid reader) happen to be some most-updated-gossip-monger around, be sure you can accept the trash back when people go bitching about you, whether for real or they were just randomly pointing or giggling at your direction. We have always believe in balance in this world, haven’t we? So if there’s a trash out, surely there’s to be trash in at some point? And if you simply can’t accept somebody’s bitching bout you, what makes you think the other person can accept your propagating nonsense?
Someone* asked me once, “I hope you don’t get offended if i get too direct in what i say?”
I simply replied, “My dear, if i can be more offensive at times when i am oozing with sarcasm, I can only be less offended at any other time.” Needless to say, it comes from me, and people who’ve known me well for ages know also that i can make dark jokes as well as taking the silliest.
*Names are replaced so that this post do not literally offend the real person in real life. (aiseh! not so gua-chiong also la!)
tofu-hearted-dolls from the dictionary of Pharmee Peikz, means people who are really soft at heart, thus getting easily disturbed and offended, but still able pull a good face in front of the bully or the person who had offended or annoyed them. Comprende?
They say the sea has plenty of fishes when you tell them you are desperate or heartbroken and whatnot. So they SAID, we HEARD.
But I guess human nature is always natural (duh…), in a way that we always think on the surface first. Just say it first and only then when the consequence of the otherwise occurs, we find another explanation to excuse ourselves. Either that, or we are just constantly deluged with overwhelming positive hopes and optimism at first and later on when things start to look bleak, we’ll just cassually go “this is tough, maaaaan… shit happens-lar! dammit! Sputid-f**k!”
*drifts back to the current issue*… Okay, okay… So we heard already. And that line has been over-used since the day that “brilliant someone” created it. She* must’ve love fishing and on the day her partner ran away from her, she must’ve told her best mate that she wanted to go fishing (actually) because that very day the sea had plenty of fishes. However, the fact that her mate misinterpreted whatever she’d had said and started spreading that news and that following line amongst other mates, and y’know.. when things go spreading verbally, ie second-handly, third-handly, etc., they tend to get more disfigured and distorted. Until finally everyone got that positive idea stucked in their head, thus the overzealous use of that phrase… up to this very day.
*I did not use “she” as delibrately to think that person’s a female. Could have been a man who broke off with his partner as well, y’kno?
Try telling your ah-ma or ah-yi (auntie) “Auntiiie, I am heartbroken leh. I just broke up with Ah Beng-beng leh! Boh lang ai wa liaoooo (nobody wants me already)” then they’ll reply… “Newer mind one lah! So many fish-fish in the seeea! Go catch anarde’ one lorrr…!”
What would Hot&Spicy say?
Indeed, there are many fishes in the sea. Then again, there are as many fisherpersons catching the fishes as well. More unfortunately, with the massive pollution nowadays, alotta fishes get sick, then die and then drift away themselves, and some just get sick in their heads and make the person who gets it sicker than ever.
Now, people. use that and spread that around and maybe in 20 years time, I will be quoted as “the brilliant one” by another writer/blogger who will also be a brilliant person to come up with some perky statement or analogy. Weeeee!
For the love of buoyant life, cheers!
The length of mercury in the thermometer had gone short… indicating a freakin’ cold day.
Sun hours gone shorter too.
My flat ran short of sugar. DAMNish!
Currently having a short break for such short post, and I’m a lil’ short-tempered today… *come on! pms so soon already?! grrr*
Let’s just hope men’s penises do not get short this season! =P
…again.
So it is the third time already that the block I am living at was visited by the ever-dedicated courageous firemen with their 3 huge vehicles last night. How fun was that? If there is anymore creative way of getting firemen to pay a visit, consult any of the Year-2003-IMU-Pharmacy students and you’ll be enlighten by the ways they could come up with to watch the macho men on duty.
Like Ive mentioned, last night was the third. At the second time, my flatmate Annie told me that I should blog about having to be alerted by the fire alarm that got the firemen into their gears and arrived our place in 3 minutes time. I told her i would if the third time happens. So, here it is, as said. Heck, I even made sure the third time of the visit contain a lil’ essence of me in the whole event (sorta like the supporting cast, y’kno? ). When the Mr Chief-”macho”-fireman gathered us (again for the THIRD time) and warned us about having our safety sensors away from any fire hazards, thus keeping our safety doors shut at all times, bla bla bla, and soon enough asked out who’s staying at the particular apartment which had let off the alarm, which all at the same time everyone had already known by then it was just another same trick, I just let out a smirk, followed by the most sardonic laughter (here! here! my part!), briefly followed by…
Mr Macho Fireman: You’re laughing? So you think is funny?
me: No, sir, I don’t think THIS is funny. I just think it’s funny how these bunch of people have been doing the same (tricks to get you all ere all the time) over and over and just today the alarm has to go off.
Mr Macho Fireman: . . . *probably would have rolled his eyes and tumbled backwards if there wasn’t everyone there*
As I stated “trick”, let me just share the incidents in order.
First time: Alarm triggered by the mere sizzling smoke when someone put a hot wok under a running tap water. (Not bad… not bad at all. Could never thought this one up)
Second time: Overcooked. Not very creative, but more thrilling than the first i guess…
Third: Like the first, also purely with innocence, someone decided to cook with the safety doors opened, thinking that the aroma of his/her cooking might have impress the flatmates. Innocent mistake. The smoke-sensitive detector got lured instead. Well done art.
Fourth time? : If there is any fourth time, I may just tell the chief that my fellow girlfriends are a lil’ horny at that time and since they never saw a fireman stripper before, they’d thought inviting the firemen might have a free strip-tease for fun. How bout that?
Stuffs like these, especially if they are spawned by the initiative minds of my batchmates, can be very exciting at times. Very. Did i tell u it was very? Oh, there… I hope you get the drift by now. Kudos to the #$@#ing entertainers of P103 who’ve brought a whole loads of abso-f#@%ing-lutely enlightening fun, for without you, we wouldn’t have seen 3 firetrucks of firemen in 3 minutes for 3 times already, of which we could not have done it with so much togetherness if we’re in Malaysia.
End note: For the readers who got the drift and had imagined my true voice of nature, good for you and follow on… Things can never be more delighting than to stand out in the winds and low temperature of Scotland. U n - b e l i e v a b l y . . . IDIOTIC. OVER-SENSITIVE. F#%@ED-up. DETECTOR.
A lecturer asked us to write up a 5-minute opinion of my own on “What is it like living in Glasgow.” Just after I wrote up a 5-minute long writing which pathetically consisted merely 6 sentences, i continued thinking about certain experiences and incidents I had have from the past four months.
No, I ain’t just talking about the clouds and skies here, the Scots-people, their sedentary and pubbing lifestyles or their culture that differ much from the Malaysian lifestyle I’ve lived for over 2 decades. In fact, it’s the social pattern I’ve observed that actually got me pondering about people around me… as if there was a whole slab of Harry Potter 5th books (that thickest instalment of them all, i think) dropping from above me. In other words, it is more like a whole better insight that I’ve seen and got me to share my opinion.
A few times already that I came across a scenario when friends of other races hanging out with us, a bunch of Chinese people… we all know how to speak a common language, which is ENGLISH. However, of those particular times aforementioned, my pudden-headed mates would have decided to speak Mandarin in front of these other-race-friends who have the slightest knowledge to translate those Mandarin conversations to the language of their choice. One of my tutors told me before that it is rather rude to speak your own language, of which other person(s) in the middle or hanging out together do not understand. And i regarded she meant that if we could use a common language, it’s helpful to be a lil’ polite at times. And these mates of mine could have gone on and on blatantly if it wasn’t for me to just remind her of her tactlessness. It is not that I, a “banana-girl” (aka a Chinese whose first language is not Chinese), cannot understand a word my mates spoke about (or even speak almost all the time). I definitely understood, my parents speak Mandarin, my hommies use Cantonese, how can anyone thought I would not understand? I never ignore languages of other origins. As a matter of fact, I appreciate the diverse languages this world could offer. There was once during some random discussion, a boy from my class said that it was rather pointless to master the English language as we are all Malaysians and people there do not usually speak good English anyway. So I thought he was kinda shallow to have thought that way… I bet Yee Pei would have something to say about this! Oh yeaa…
I now believe the statement of “independence is a luxury” carries utterly different manner in both Malaysia and UK. Having to know my Caucasion colleagues in my Italian workplace and from magazines (don’t worry mom! I bought these mags with my tips!), I came to know about how most of the Brits and European youths live about. Apparently after 16, when they are about to go to college/university/higher education, they’re also given that independence of living by themselves. No, it’s not that way of living on their own with other people or so. It’s the way where they were cut off either totally or partially of their weekly allowances, thus forcing themselves to get a part-time student jobs if they’d want to have beyond “only three meals a day” lifestyle. And when i thought about a few of my hommies who had their early “independence” to travel around and complete their tasks with the presence of 2 or 4 wheels and multiple credit cards offered by their parents, indeed lifestyle as such is a luxury. On the contrary, the mates i know from the UK here who are bounded with their school fees and rents that they have to pay on their own, such lifestyle of the Malaysian students that I told them about, is a luxury that they have to strive “independently”.
Oh, and what d’ya know?! The HoT&SpiCy PeiKz is beginning to like the Brits Urban Music! Massive Attack’s Air’s and Sneaker Pimps’ albums totally rock my audio system, erm… technically AND biologically! Tunes from Gorillaz and Franz Ferdinand are so cool they’re smashing the charts here! woot!
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